Fire Game

"Aren't you afraid of corpses? What are you doing here all the time? Go back to your room and stay."

Unbearable Zhou Like stopped writing and looked up.

This fat man has been wandering around, seriously affecting his creative thinking.

Although the story has not yet been figured out, he has already decided that he must arrange a cannon fodder role for this fat man in the next story, and he will sacrifice the first one.

"Are you writing novels?"

Fatty Jin looked at him in surprise, "After so many years of work experience, I have heard and even experienced many supernatural stories, maybe I can provide you with some inspiration."

Zhou Like is not stupid, he can't hear the fat man's gesture of goodwill, although it is a bit inexplicable, he still refuses it decisively.

"No, you hurry back to your place and stay."

He now needs an undisturbed creative environment more than inspiration.

Fatty Jin turned a deaf ear, and had no intention of going back to his house.

It could be seen that he still had a grudge against the corpse lying on the ground, but today is different.

Zhen Zhibing's lesson from the past is **** in front of him. It is not clear whether the murderer is a human or a ghost.

If he stayed alone, who knows if he would follow in Zhen Zhibing's footsteps and become the next victim?

Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

This ghost village is full of weirdness.

Although it's really disgusting and scary to stay with the corpse, but saving your own life is the top priority.

"I am the guide, and I have to be responsible for everyone's safety. Now that Zhen Zhibing has had an accident, I can't let everyone have an accident."

Of course.

Even if he is greedy for life and fear of death, he still has to maintain his face on the surface.

As expected of being a tour guide, he is thick-skinned and has a good mouth.

After being stunned for a while, Zhou Like couldn't help laughing.

"Protect our safety? You haven't cleaned up the mud you fell on the door of the latrine in the morning. I don't think you dare to be alone, that's why you stay here?"

Being exposed by the public, Fatty Jin was very embarrassed. He glared at Zhou Like with a red face, and said not to be outdone: "You're not much better, didn't you get scared out of your head in the morning? Now pretend to be a hero. already."

"Okay, what's the noise?"

Shen Zhenggang said to Fatty Jin, "If you want, stay with us tonight."

Fatty Jin had no reason to be unwilling, lest Shen Zhenggang would go back on his regrets, he nodded hastily.

Nothing happened last night.

But he definitely wouldn't dare to sleep alone tonight.

"But with so many of us, how can this house hold it?"

Zhou Like didn't exclude Fatty Jin. Although this Fatty is indeed not very likable, he is still a life, not really just a character in his novels.

But the real problem is that Gerou's current situation definitely needs someone to take care of him. Last night, they were too crowded. If there were two more people, the room would indeed be a bit too big.

"Would you like to divide a few people to live in my house?"

Fatty Jin probed.

It doesn't matter if there are nine or a few people, as long as he is not left alone.

"no."

Before Zhou Like spoke, Roy took the lead to speak out seriously, expressing his attitude clearly.

"If you can't sleep, then send a few more people to work at night. It's too dangerous to be separated."

Although in this game, more people does not mean more power.

But if they act separately, the danger will definitely increase exponentially.

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"It's time for you to take medicine."

The tallest building in the village.

Ying'er came in with a bowl of hot Chinese medicine, perhaps because of the long-term preparation of the Chinese medicine, the whole room was filled with a fragrant and pungent smell.

"Ying'er, thank you for your hard work."

The village chief with white temples was moved, took the bowl, and took a sip while sitting on the Taishi chair.

With the warm potion in his stomach, his slightly pale complexion seemed to turn a little rosy.

"It's been more than a month, but your body hasn't improved much. Will there be any problems with this prescription?"

Ying'er frowned slightly.

"How could there be a problem with the medicine I prescribed myself? Would I still harm myself?"

The village chief smiled lightly: "I'm getting old, it's always like this, I can't stand it when I encounter a little cold, and the weather is humid recently, so it won't heal for a long time. You don't have to worry, after a while, the weather will be clearer. It will be fine."

Saying that, the village chief coughed a few times.

Ying'er walked over and gently patted his back,

After relieving his breath, the village chief said with emotion, "Ying'er, fortunately you are still here."

Ying'er, who patted her back, was silent.

The village chief lowered his head again and drank the bitter Chinese medicine in a hurry.

"By the way, what are those foreigners doing today?"

Ying'er's hand stopped unconsciously, and she said slowly, "They seem to already know about Sister Hu Die."

"Is it?"

The village chief didn't seem too surprised, his tone was as usual, "Who told them?"

"I don't know. Not long ago, a woman among them came to me and asked me about Sister Hu Die~www.novelmt.com~ What did you say?"

Ying'er paused.

"I said that Sister Hu Die committed suicide because of her own illness."

The village long was silent for a long time, and after a while, he put the empty bowl in his hand on the table next to him, his eyes sighed, and he sighed: "I admit, we did something wrong, but so many have died. Man, hasn't her resentment been eliminated?"

Ying'er bit her lip, struggling in her eyes, but she finally said truthfully, "Those outsiders said that they saw Sister Hu Die in her house."

The village chief was taken aback for a moment, his tone slightly trembling.

"You mean, saw Hu Die's ghost?"

Ying'er hummed.

After a long silence, the village chief stood up, and with Ying'er's support, he walked to the door and looked at the thick yellow and hazy miasma tumbling outside the village.

"Hu Die is a kind child, why did he become so cruel?"

"I just hope that the miasma outside will dissipate as soon as possible, and that more innocent people will not be implicated."

Ying'er pursed her lips tightly and couldn't help but glanced at the old man beside her with extremely complicated eyes.

"Okay, you can go back first."

The village chief patted Ying'er's hand.

"You have done a good job. This matter has already passed. There is no need to make extra troubles. If those outsiders come to you again, you will still say that."

"I understand. Then I'll go first."

The village chief nodded, and after watching Ying'er leave, he turned around, walked slowly into the back room, opened the mahogany drawer with a sense of age, and took out a piece of letter paper.

A lot of "positive" characters are densely written on the paper.

The village chief lowered his head, stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and added a scarlet stroke with his fingers.

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